Unwrapped

“Not little,” Tristan agreed, filling his palm with her ass cheek. “No indeed.”

“Hey, watch it,” she said, turning her grin toward him when he leaned over her shoulder for a kiss. She tasted that same intoxicating flavor on his tongue and fought not to react. But his quick grin told her he knew the train of her thoughts anyway. “I missed you too,” she whispered against his mouth.

“We thought you were sleeping.”

“I was.”

“Liar,” Matt said, brushing a kiss over her shoulder. “Here, you’re cold. Let me grab the extra comforter.”

“You could keep me warm,” she said, shifting onto her back so she could glance from one to the other. “You’re good at that.”

Matt got up and went to the chest at the foot of the bed. “Not happening. You’ve had enough fun for one night. Now you’re sleeping.”

She glanced at Tristan as he wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. “You know, I haven’t gotten to be alone with you yet. Maybe we should lock him out of the bedroom. What do you say?”

“Lock me out of the bedroom in my own house? Not happening, kid.”

“Your house? This isn’t a rental or something?” She frowned and pushed up on one elbow as Matt strolled back to the bed, spare comforter in hand. “How come I didn’t know about this?”

“Am I supposed to check in with you whenever I do anything?”

“Yes, you are. You both are,” she added, nodding at Tristan. “And if you’re buying up little love shacks for your clandestine affairs, I should be made aware.”

“Clandestine means not public knowledge. And if you want to be privy to those secrets, guess you’re the only one I’m allowed to have an affair with, then. Present company excluded.”

Cait narrowed her eyes at Matt. “Don’t tie me up with nonsense rules. You guys know everything there is to know about me.”

“Not true. I don’t know how you taste down here,” Tristan said, laying his hand lightly on her mound. “And we don't know what it will feel like for both of us to be with you at once.”

“All in due time,” she said, wary once again. As curious as she was—and as much as she’d enjoyed everything thus far—she was still anxious when she allowed herself to think about being with both men simultaneously.

“We also don’t know what it’s like to go out with you,” Matt said, crawling back into bed.

“That’s completely untrue,” she said. “We’ve gone out a million times.”

“Not just going out. A date.”

“With both of you? I can’t do that,” she said, though she knew she was circling back to the same fight they’d had earlier. But she’d be damned if they operated under any illusions.

Monday they’d go back to work. Friday she’d head home to spend Christmas Eve with her family while Tristan and Matt headed to Tristan’s house. Matt’s mom lived in Idaho, and some years they didn’t spend the holiday together, though either he or his mom would travel home for New Year’s Eve. Since Matt’s dad had died when Matt was just a baby, he and his mom were especially close. The rare Christmases he didn’t fly home he spent with the Baldwins after he swung by Cait’s house to open presents. She’d spent plenty of her own Christmases with Tristan’s family as well, but usually not until Christmas Day evening when she couldn’t take any more of her mother, sisters, and assorted nieces and nephews.

Their lives were fully enmeshed and had been for so long. She was terrified what they’d done would change that, but the alternative was pretending she could handle seeing where things went between the three of them. And that was just not…feasible. She wasn’t that sort of woman. If she was, why had she waited so long to have sex in the first place?

Maybe because you knew once you started, you’d be a raging maniac. Genes will tell. Look what’s happened so far.

“Sure you can,” Tristan said, his voice free of rancor. “To prove it to you, we’ll go out to eat for your birthday.”

“We always go out together for my birthday. What’s new about that?”

“This will be a real date, with both of us. We’ll take you someplace romantic and spoil you rotten.”

She snorted at Matt, shaking her head. “You never spoil me. You're too cheap. Tristan's the spoiler.”

“He only has the money to spoil you because I rein in his damn spending.”

“No, he only has the money to spoil me because I’m such an awesome designer and make you both so much money,” she teased, patting his chest.

“Yeah, well, I design too,” Tristan interjected. “I also go out and get most of our clients, so I think I’ve earned the right to spend the money I make from the business with my name on it.”